Deepwood Weald Fell for these Ocean Eyes

tongue passed over her lips, eyes glued to the woman. "I'm fine," she said finally, determined now not to accept any help from the sharp-tongued hag. "I know w' I'm doing." usually, she was receptive to what others may suggest, but something about this woman -- perhaps the mismatch between her word and appearance -- brought stubbornness to light. she did not have much pride, either, but however much of it she had was made raw by the disgust writ on the stranger's face.